It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said I was down to St. James infirmary, I saw my baby there She was stretched out on a long white table, So sweet, cool and so fair Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She may search this whole wide world over Never find a sweeter man as me When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain The gang'll know I died standing pat Let her go, let her go God bless her Wherever she may be She may search this wide world over Never find a sweeter man as me I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers Three pretty women to sing a song Stick a jazz band on my hearse wagon Raise hell as I stroll along Let her go Let her go God bless her Wherever she may be She may search this whole wide World over She'll never find a sweeter Man as me

It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there On my left stood Big Joe McKennedy, and his eyes were bloodshot red And he turned his face to the people, these were the very words he said I was down to St. James infirmary, I saw my baby there She was stretched out on a long white table, So sweet, cool and so fair Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She may search this whole wide world over Never find a sweeter man as me When I die please bury me in my high top Stetson hat Put a twenty dollar gold piece on my watch chain The gang'll know I died standing pat Let her go, let her go God bless her Wherever she may be She may search this wide world over Never find a sweeter man as me I want six crapshooters to be my pallbearers Three pretty women to sing a song Stick a jazz band on my hearse wagon Raise hell as I stroll along Let her go Let her go God bless her Wherever she may be She may search this whole wide World over She'll never find a sweeter Man as me

I went down to St. James Infirmary Saw my baby there She was stretched out on a long, white table So cold, so sweet, so fair Let her go, let her go, God bless her Wherever she may be She can search this wide world over But she'll never find a sweet man like me (I'm bragging) When I die, bury me in straight lace shoes And a box-back suit, double-breasted Put a 20 dollar gold piece on my watch chain Yes, so the boys will know that I died standin' pat

I got a little bird, I'm gonna take her home Put her in a cage and disconnect the phone If you give me a look, I'm gonna get the book I'm gonna preach the word I wanna preach to birds As I walk the floor Yeah, this I know When I get you home, this is how it goes I got nothing to lose, I'll never let you go

Well, somebody walked up to me but I didn't know what to do Then somebody said hello to me, but I didn't know what to do Because I think that my words could get twisted So I bend my back over, take a gulp, be funny 'Cause I know there's nothing I can do Then my mother tried to pick me up 'cause I was sittin' down on the ground Something forced my little eyes to come open, but I couldn't make out the sound It doesn't matter 'cause my eyes are lying, and they don't have emotion Don't wanna be social, can't take it when they hate me But I know there's nothing I can do When my thoughts start to feel like mine They're taken from me, it seems to happen every time And the feelings that are fine for you There's somebody there who doesn't think they are true So think of something new There's nothing left to do Then my idols walk next to me, I look up at them, they fade away It's a destruction of a mystery the more I listen to what they say So does that mean that there's no more doing, and there's no more thinking And there's no more feeling, 'cause there's no right opinion? Can you tell me what I'm supposed to do?

Hello operator Can you give me number nine? Can i see you later? Will you give me back my dime? Turn the oscillator Twist it with a dollar bill Mail man bring the paper Leave it on my windowsill Find a canary A bird to bring my message home Carry my obituary My coffin doesnt have a phone How you gonna get the money? Send papers to an empty home? How you gonna get the money? Nobody to answer the phone